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Topic Started: Aug 2 2013, 03:43 PM (1,850 Views)
Atticus
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Seras

Location: The Wasteland (Bowser's Region)
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=JcVBOTOSBhk



Abomination maps? Who needed them? If Eld had such good intentions, he wouldn't have attacked you at all. At least, you told yourself that; and decided to defiantly continue towards the city instead of following the map. There was probably nothing but garbage at that Outpost anyway. Your walk resumed in a huff.

After a bit of a walk through across the foreboding black sediment, it was a bit past midday when you reached the city's outskirts. The huge fortress sported intimidating battlements and dust-covered flags with large spiked green shells in the middle on a red and black background.

Sighing in relief at your journey's end, you began walking towards the gate, when another shot blared through the wasteland air. You ran faster towards the fortresses' large gate, and more shots rang out every few seconds, kicking up dirt around your feet. When you reached the front, you nearly collapsed in exhaustion, but no more shots came. Two Koopatrol guards in green and red plated armor with curved swords at their waists came out from behind a rock howling with laughter.


Jeff: Hahahahaha! Did you see the look on her face, Mark?

Mark: Yep, I did, Jeff. Priceless. She thought she was done for.

You were both confused and irate at this.

Seras: What the fuck is going on here? Was that a joke to you?

Jeff: Hey, lighten up little girl. Guarding this gate is a very dull job, okay? If we wanted you dead, you would be. The Sons of Bowser take care of business.

Mark: Yeah, Stockholm was just having a little fun with you, that's all. Consider it the blessing of the Koopa King himself that you still breathe.

The Koopa King? Sons of Bowser? What were these guys talking about? They didn't seem like a cult; their armor looked official enough to be from an army.

Jeff: Besides, I think Stockholm has taken a liking to you.

Jeff pointed up at the top of the gate, where a blue-shelled Koopa with an eyepatch looked on with a shit-eating grin.

Seras: Well, if you guys are done playing with my life, I came here f-

Mark: You're another Vault Dweller, judging from the jumpsuit. If you're anything like the last one, then you're likely looking for work and succor.

Last one? Didn't the Goomba that let you out mention letting someone else out too? Maybe he'd come back? And help?

Jeff: The Sons of Bowser don't accept Yoshis into their ranks. Your species is too weak and soft. However, we will let you enter the city if you can provide something useful for us, and might even provide a few jobs.

Seras: Well, actually, right now, I want to ask about Broken Chain. What is it? I saw a ragged Toad outside my Vault, it sounded like he might've been an escaped slave.

You hesitated on bringing up being a former slave yourself, unsure of their position on it.

Jeff: Broken Chain? That place has caused us nothing but trouble.

Mark nudged Jeff slightly before he said more.

Mark: But, we don't really need to tell you anything right now. Information is a commodity, and the Sons don't give out to drifters. We usually kill them, but you bearing the Koopa King's visage grants you leeway.

Seras: So you guys aren't going to tell me anything...? Or let me in?

Jeff: No, we're not. You help us, and we'll help you, to an extent. Prove your worth, Yoshi.

Well that got you nowhere. Still, you could try to ask them for work, or you could follow that map. Or even possibly see when that other Vault Dweller would come back? If he did... But that could take all day and even part of the night. Perhaps these guys could even help you with the map.

Decisions, decisions.

Well, what will you do?


NUMBER OF MOVES LEFT IN CYCLE: 1

NOTES/RUMORS ADDED
Edited by Khan, Sep 15 2013, 03:59 PM.
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Shen Ji

Location: Off-Putting Cave (exterior)
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=T6suxMoU7_M



Unkempt Toad: Please! You have to save my daughter...

Shen Ji: You said she's in the cave?

You had a strong feeling that this man was lying to you. When times like this are dropped in front of you, it was always somewhat of a good idea to trust your gut feelings. The spark in the Toad's eye was the same familiar spark you saw over and over again in the eyes of the Piantas back in the Vault: shady opportunism. But you wouldn't act rashly, you remembered your discipline. However, Piantas were often masters of deception, and were capable of walking across a web of lies they've constructed without becoming entangled within them, others not as much. The Toad had a desperate look about him, and it was likely not because he had lost his daughter...

Unkempt Toad: Yes! Please, why won't you go inside and help her already?

Shen Ji: Why haven't you?

Unkempt Toad: I told you, I don't have any weapons!

Shen Ji: A toughened wastelander without even a pocketknife? And wouldn't a father truly worried about his daughter's well-being charge forth into the cave weaponless or not, before something truly terrible happened to his daughter?

Unkempt Toad: If I throw away my life if hers is already forfeit, then what would that solve? Don't want to help me, then fine! Give me your weapon and I'll go in myself!

Give him your weapon? Why, that would leave you completely defenseless, wouldn't it?

Shen Ji: You know, I've heard about cannibals around this cave. Why would they take only your daughter if you are weaponless too? Why would they take the appetizer without also swiping the main meal? I don't think you have a daughter, and I don't think you're weaponless.

You pointed at him accusingly and kept your other hand near your blade.

Cannibal Toad: Well, well, well! Give the pathetic Ninji a prize! He's the first to see through our ruse. Too bad that he won't be leaving!

Before you even knew it, four other Toad cannibals emerged. All four were armed with rather sharp looking Bowie knives, and the one closest to you pulled out a scary-looking butcher knife. You backed away a few feet, ready to draw your sword. Sure you were surrounded, but at least you weren't surrounded inside the dark cave.

Well, what will you do?


BATTLE!


NUMBER OF MOVES LEFT IN CYCLE: --
Edited by Khan, Sep 15 2013, 05:27 PM.
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Khan

Wister

Location: Mushroom Express (interior)
Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teckDmaZf98

You went over to the counter and told Paul what trouble you were taking as he continued to tinker with the junk. He said fine, and told you to really the kick the shit out of that bum Koopa. He handed you a paper containing your courier admission into Glitz's End. You decided to get some fresh air.

Stepping back outside, you were met with the sight of the sun setting. Within minutes it would be dark. Every day, people told tales of how horrible the surface was back in the Vault. But you had already survived your first few hours. After all, the only thing you ended up doing was walking and asking questions. Oh, and getting shot at as well as having shotguns pointed at you. Other than that, you were perfectly fine. With all this dangerous wasteland experience, you made a blte to yourself that if you ever returned to the Vault, you would be sure to kick the asses of those who misled you all those years.

Or maybe not. The cartel running the Vault still scared you, since they were the very reason you were up here now. Your past down there with them was exactly why you didn't like Piantas up here. They just couldn't be trusted: everybody else was a stepping stone, or a puppet to manipulate.

You looked down from the horizon and towards your left, where Rast was currently fighting with a two headed rat of some sort. You figured he didn't need help, since it was just a rat. Rast had been out here far longer than you had been, and if he couldn't take care of a rat then... well, he's a shitty wastelander as well as a shitty bard.

Taking a closer look at it, You saw that it looked like mutated Squeek. Squeeks, huh? There weren't many of them in the Vault. Weird.

Rast managed to finally scare it away by resuming his lute playing after kicking it. You winced at his discordant playing as the rat wisely fled. The lute sure was a vile instrument, and Rast's terrible singing made it worse. If only he had a violin, that's something a wastelander could appreciate. Who knows? Maybe Rast playing something else wouldn't sound as bad?

You snapped out if your thoughts and realized that you were so bored that you were actually standing there mentally comparing musical instruments. Thus, you distanced yourself away from Rast a few feet and finally tuned into Radio Rogueport Vegas from your Pep-Boy. You'd maybe check out the others at some later time, but for now, you wanted to check out the one closest to you.


"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Radio Rogueport Vegas and I'm you're host: Mr. Gambler, telling you the odds. And might I chance it that you are the best audience around? Because you are the only pay out I would ever ask for."

Ugh. The host is a Pianta making terrible gambling puns. To make matters worse, he spent at least five minutes babbling about things concerning matters you had no idea about or that were banal enough to be mind-numbing. When he finally made it to the news, you were about to fall asleep sitting against the rusted wall of Mushroom Express, despite Rast making that difficult.

"Finally, I'm going to talk a bit about what's happening out there in that dismal place beyond Vegas. It's called, the rest of the world. Hehehe, or at least, what remains of it anyways. after that bad gamble long ago. I've gotten a report about many strange happenings in the areas around Glitz's End: the ruins of the once great Glitzville now are populated by the raider group we all know as The Horde. I'd wager they aren't as insane as some raider groups, but if you piss them off, then they'll probably throw you in the arena, where you'll permanently fold. I have actually watched personally what happens in there, folks, and I can tell you that is... well, it's not pretty. But back to our news, we've heard reports of people being dragged to the east of Glitz's End to parts unknown. Some of our scouts say that more than a few of these people have collars on... I'd watch out if I were out in the wasteland, because it seems that a new slaving group's in town, and they're already going to work. Anyway, that's all from us, stay classy wastelanders. Now for some music."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YN0qvNhtGhM

Slavers? It was very likely that it won't be this peaceful always. You imagined that sometime in the future, you'd look back to this moment of sitting in the dark listening to music from your Pep-Boy, and you'd wish you had this kind of peace again. That's just the way things were, weren't they? Soldiers, survivors, refugees, everybody in hostile environments always learned to miss their moments of peace, and cherish them when they rarely came by.

Because war, war never changes.


GAINED: Courier Papers (Glitz's End)

NEW QUEST ADDED


NOTES/RUMORS ADDED


END OF WISTER'S DAY ONE
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Trubba:

Location: Bullet Bill's (interior)
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=7k02GEw0ajg

You put on the gray janitor's cap and felt better dressed. The bill stuck out from your flrDeciding to wait a little bit before emerging outside, you walked carefully back to the Foreman's Office through the box and crate labyrinth, watching out for stray frag mines as best you could in the low light. You didn't see any in the warehouse, but you did see one to your right as you entered the assembly area, in a roundabout route that went back the way you already cleared out anyway. You ignored it and went left and into the office.

Deciding to take a quick break and get yourself situated, you sat down in the Foreman's chair and pulled out the financial clipboard you found, trying to read it:


"Earnings Report 379, Date &@$" - +^*%

Dear Foreman,

As you can see from graphs A, G, and H on the following pages, our $"?&@ !?#%* and morale have been dropping for months now. I heartily recommend that we &@$!?%^ and increase production of ammo to meet Bowser's demands and increase our $@)!?## to help with the war effort. To keep profits up, change #^*><%* and ^#%*}{ to something like *%##^*[].

Our country needs us, depends on us; we cannot lose, or we'll go down wiping everybody off the face of the planet with us.

With regards,

Inspector Harken -- High Court of Bowser"

A lot of the words on that confused you, and you didn't even try to look at the graphs. To you, all the smart mumbo-jumbo just looked like a bunch if random symbols, which made you a little discouraged with your mental competency. There were some things even Stompadompolus couldn't teach. You put the clipboard away and moved the chair closer to the terminal.

You figured that you could try to hack the terminal, maybe if you were successful you would feel better about misunderstanding the clipboard.

You opened the interface and clicked on the command to open the weapon vault. It, of course, required a password. You opened up the input console and looked at the potential passwords of seemingly random words. You got confused clicked on "Greyface" on reflex, but immediately the terminal locked down. Defeated once more by your low intellect. You sighed and leaned back into the chair's leather.

Maybe a snack would cheer you up? You pulled our your Gourmet Guy's Snack Cakes and sat there eating the frosted, stale, but still very tasty pastries in relative silence, thinking about what you would do upon leaving the factory. Without even realizing it, you had eaten the whole box of the unhealthy treats. At least you felt a bit revitalized.

You figured you might as well look at your rebar club and see if it needed repairing, but it looked like it would hold up fine for a while so you let it be.

You then decided to listen to the radio, and pulled up your Pep-Boy. There were three radio stations you were in range of: Voice of Bowser, Toadtown News Network, and Radio Rogueport Vegas. Being in Bowser's former territory, you decided to tune into Voice of Bowser.


"Minions, you are listening to the Voice of Bowser, the only station that speaks of true honor of the Sons of Bowser. I am your host, Commandant Koebbels, ready to report who or what needs to be crushed."

The Koopa announcer sounded very frank and had a gravelly voice. At first he spoke of the increased tensions between the Sons and the NMR, commenting on how the "puny" Republic wasn't declaring war out of fear. Then he began aggressively criticizing Rogueport Vegas for their continued neutrality, calling out on the strip's ambiguous leader to "shit or be shat on"; as well as the Shy Brotherhood for their lack of support. After the breaking news, Koebbels began speaking on the preparedness of the Sons' military, and how under the watchful spirit of Bowser they could not be beaten. You listened in and out of the propaganda, but the news is what really caught your ear.

"And now for regional news worthy of our attention. It seems as if the scouts that are sent into The Shimmering Plains don't return, with nobody having any idea what is happening to them. That area of the wasteland remains very unexplored due to this issue, and should be avoided by the unprepared and weak. As for other news, it seems as if there have been strange sightings of Doogans around in various places, despite that pathetic race going supposedly mercifully extinct. If you see any Doogans, kill them. Do us all a favor and wipe their petty existence from reality.

And that's all for news right now. May the Koopa King guide you to glory, and may you serve your brothers well until death brings you to the Ossuary. Enjoy the music."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR8UcVruNgE

You didn't know how you completely felt about the Koopa yet, but you weren't fond of him initially. Just something about his presence...

The Bullet Bill Bobblehead caught your eye then, and figuring why not, you grabbed it and stowed it away. It was probably that charming your foreboding grin the bullet had, you just felt the desire to possess it.

Deciding that break time was over, you walked out of the Foreman's office as the music played by the light of your Pep-Boy. You eventually reached the break room again, and remembered that cabinet you saw there that was locked. For some reason, you felt more confident about your lock-picking skills than about your other intellectual abilities, so you stepped over past the broken fridge full of rot and to the corner where the cabinet resided.

You pulled out your bobby pin and bent over the bottom slightly so that it formed an L-shaped handle to act as a tension wrench as well as a pick. You pushed the pins up, getting all four of them you counted, and then attempted to twist the bobby pin to open it. Nothing.

Feeling more frustrated after failing the other endeavors, you tried again. You stuck the bobby pin in, and when you pushed up the pins you got five this time. There was a click inside the lock, and you turned the bobby pin to open it, revealing its hidden treasures.

Inside the cabinet were two bottles of whiskey, three bottles of beer, a cleansing tonic, another Firewater soda, and a can of Oink N' Beans. Not a bad haul, even if it was only food, you couldn't expect more from a break room. After tipping your grey cap at the janitor's closet as you passed, you exited the break room.

You then walked back through the side offices, stepping over the gore from the headless feral ghoul corpses, and back into the lobby.

You took another glance around at the receiving area and the silhouette of the receptionist scorched into the wall, the collapsed doorway, and the dirty worn map on the table in the middle. If only you could read it, it might've given you some information if you were smarter.

You made a checklist of everything you could possibly do right now here, and decided you had done everything you could. You then exited the double metal doors to the wasteland.





Location: The Wasteland (Bowser's Region; Outside Bullet Bill's)
Music: Radio Station

You quickly noticed that it was dark. Much darker than when you left, anyway. The last vestige of the sun was going away right as you looked on. The black sediment on the ground only made the shroud of the night's embrace seem even more all-encompassing. You could barely see a thing out here, with your Pep-Boy light only directly illuminating a small area around you. The rest of the illumination came from the moon above, the stars, and a few lights far in the distance in a few places, the large collection you assumed was Koopolis. The rest was pretty much shrouded in shadow beyond a few feet.

You were ambivalent about traveling at night. For one thing, the stars above you provided a breathtaking view of the galaxy and the atmosphere without many lights obscuring them, you could see countless stars and planets, glowing and lighting up the sky like celestial beacons of hope in a ruined world. It was almost as if they hadn't abandoned the people to their strife.


GAINED: Bullet Bill Bobblehead, 2 bottles of Whiskey, 2 bottles of Beer, Cleansing Tonic, Firewater Soda, Oink N' Beans.

LOST: Gourmet Guy's Snack Cakes.

HEALTH CHANGE: +1 HP

XP GAINED: +2 XP (Lock-Picking)

NOTES/RUMORS ADDED


END OF TRUBBA'S DAY ONE
Edited by Atticus, Sep 12 2014, 08:57 PM.
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Jake and Sammy

Location: Mario's Town
Music: --

Sammy

http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=1XIz2R-JdJU

You dodged the lunging chomps as you drew your katana for battle. One of them absentmindedly ran headfirst right into the statue due to you moving out of the way at the last second. The weird-looking Toad was still on the other side, probably dealing with his own chomp problem.

The Master: The weak spots are obvious, young one. Aim for them!

You leaped out of the way of a chomp's lunge, not seeing the weak spots.

Sammy: What weak spots, Master?

The Master: The fleshy parts. The fleshy parts!

You were still kind of confused by your master's request, but you saw a part that looked like flesh towards the bottom and on one side. The flesh looked fetid, veiny, and frankly mutated as it fused into metallic exoskeleton covering the rest of the body.

Launching forwards, you swiftly slashed and deeply cut a chomp before injuring another one by turning around to slice as the other one recoiled. You are the mightiest samurai shy guy this post apocalyptic wasteland has ever seen; even though you were probably the only one the wasteland had ever seen.

You took a second and looked at the Toad who was still battling his own foes. You couldn't blame him though, it's not like he had a sword as mighty as yours. You turned around and continued fighting the chomps again. The rest of the ruined town was a blur as your attention focused on the fight.





Jake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFpnW5En33M

You didn't like the looks of these chomps. They looked about as batshit as the ones Atticus had in the other universe. Almost. You're just going to step to the left a little bit... easy, doggies. Ol' Jake Robins is going to back up a little bit. No need to rile yourselves u--

One launched towards you, and you managed to kill it only because you began to wildly flail your sword about out of surprise, hitting its fleshy side and its eye with your cutlass. Not the best swordplay you've ever witnessed, but it managed to get the job done, you suppose.

Speaking of swordplay, you caught a glimpse of that Shy Guy again. Is he... beating the shit out of the chomps with a toy katana and his bare hands, and actually winning? You could hear the squeaks of the toy as he pummeled their flesh in an insane rage where he seemed to be talking to himself. He didn't even seem to be fazed by his increasing bite wounds. You're the guy with the real sword here, and you still have two healthy Rad Chomps to take care of.

Speak of the devils...


Jake: Agh, fuck!

You once more staved off a Chomp with a sword slash after it bite you in the arm, wounding it enough to get it to back off for a second. You just really don't want to die again, if only because that joke is beginning too become old. You ran over to the Shy Guy before a Chomp could engage you again and quickly spoke.

Jake: You have fun with these gents, I have a brilliant plan!

You then ran off and hid in the back of some ruins, watching the fight from a distance. Why fight when you could just kill the injured Guy and get all the booty yourself? You smiled to yourself at your profitable wickedness, but then saw what the Shy Guy was doing with his bare hands and a squeaky toy and nearly gagged.




Sammy

http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=KWFy09vlYuw

Did he really only manage to kill just one of his foes before running off? You actually felt bad for this silly-looking Toad and his skills.

The Master: Steel yourself, if that Toad doesn't come back then this will be a difficult fight.

Sammy: I trust you and my blade to seize the day!

You slashed through another Chomp that had scratched your leg and turned around and finished off the injured one. One of the ones from the Toad's side bit you, though the wounds weren't too bad.

You retaliated swiftly against the Chomp that bit you and cleanly sliced its fleshy sternum off, its entrails spilling onto the ground in a heap and feeding the dry wasteland ground. One more Chomp remained, and you charged at it wailing a battle cry.





Jake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-VKfbZKeq0

Figures you immediately jump to the thought of betraying the guy who single-handed lot battled off five Rad-Chomps and is now dispatching the last one. After all, you were still a cold-blooded pirate at your core, even if you were also a Scientist-Viking and assorted other things. Also, you supposed the guy was most likely insane. After all, he beat the Chomps to death with a toy; this would be merciful.

Not to mention you've had bad experiences with samurai types before, and he seemed to at least think he was a Samurai judging by his squeaking katana and the markings on his mask. Never again did you wish to see Feudal Japan, but lo and behold, here's another pseudo-samurai in your path. In the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. It seemed wherever you went, things just became weird.

But samurais were just so honorable and honest. He was asking for it by not stabbing you in the back first. Then again, maybe this guy would stab you in the back. You know, if he actually had a real blade.

You would happily do the back-stabbing for him. Yeah, that sounded nice. Just sneak up on him. It would be quick and clean. Sounded like a plan.

As you watched the Guy pummel and splatter the Chomp's flesh and blood all over the place after leaped upon its side, you got up from your hiding place and attempted to sneak over there, cutlass ready and a grin on your face.





Sammy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RF4DRD2B1is

The final chomp was vanquished and the wasteland was a safer place. You stood atop the final corpse in triumph and raised your katana in the air at your honorable victory. You were bloodied, but not beaten.

Now, you supposed you would go and talk to the Toa-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-PFmTf00GQ

The Master: Look out!

You felt a sharp pain in your side. Did... did the priate toad just try to stab you in the back, but only end up only grazing your side and knock you to the ground from your position atop the Chomp corpse?

You got up from the ground with a fire in your eyes. You felt an anger the likes of which you have never felt before in your life.

You put your hand on your sword and faced the Toad, ignoring your injury.


The Master: Be careful, apprentice. If we stay to fight this loathsome worm, mind your injuries.

Sammy: Noted.




Jake and Sammy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOB278741rQ

As Jake realized his err and became unsure of what to so next, the Samurai Guy charged forwards and turned towards his new foe with rage clouding his mind.

The pirate considered trying to get the samurai to believe that it was all a simple misunderstanding, somehow. Meanwhile, the samurai pondered how many pieces he could cut the pirate into with his trusty katana.

Who knows how this will end? Well, what will they do?


JAKE-

HEALTH CHANGE: -1 HP

KARMA CHANGE: -25

COMBAT XP GAINED: +3 XP

SAMMY-

HEALTH CHANGE: -6 HP

RADIATION CHANGE: Very Low

COMBAT XP GAINED: +9 XP

LEVEL UP: Level 2- Novice Wastelander; pick one available perk and choose to upgrade HP, FP, or BP.

PVP CONFLICT BEGUN
Edited by Khan, Apr 1 2014, 04:51 PM.
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Goomward

Location: The Wasteland (Bowser's region)
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=qiugr3eR34Y&list=PLF9C8C1015EC71957

The sun was already beginning to descend more and more, but you didn't really mind the darkness. In fact, you were actually anxious to rest a bit; especially since things haven't gone as smoothly as you had hoped. You were unfortunately attacked by a band of raiders after a mere five minutes of walking upon departing the Vault. Turns out, Goombas are frequent targets... What a surprise. Those smucks who left first didn't prepare you got that.

Still, you held your own for a while, until the raiders (literally) pulled out the big guns. You ended up fleeing into Shell Pass and actually thought you were safe. Then, you heard the maniacal laughing. Then, there was an explosion. Then another, and another. You didn't see who or what was causing the explosions because you were too focused on getting the hell out of there.

Sometimes, you are frankly astounded at how sometimes luck rebounded back in your favor. You were happy to find that despite all the explosions and running, your trusty Brass Coin was still with you. You attributed all your breaks from misfortune to it. A few times, you had believed you dropped it, but there it was safe in your hand. You managed to get through the winding pass in one piece, regardless of mysterious explosions, raiders, and cliff drops of doom.

You could have probably just walked towards the civilization you had seen after leaving the Vault. But going East meant going further into what used to be Bowser's territory. Nukes or no nukes, it wasn't exactly the best place for a Goomba. However, you had no intention of going too far West either, because you really didn't feel like wandering into the desert... Or what was left of it, anyway.

Since the South was just more Bowser territory until the water, your eyes were set on whatever laid North of here. But you wouldn't start walking again until night arrived. Therefore, you began to look for a place to rest; only you found a wasteland graveyard, if it could be called that, instead.

http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=EaRiY7WkMhw&list=PLC0C2A6BCA6040BC8

Before you was a massive heap of dismembered and disfigured corpses that ascended out of a crudely-dug hole in the ground that extended out at least 25 yards in diameter. Koopatrols armored in green and red gear were standing on the sides, still chucking fresher bodies to join the already rotting ones. Among the corpse pile were Rad-Chomps, greedily feasting on all the discarded flesh. There were also curious scavengers checking the bodies for any remaining loot that might've been missed. When the scavengers and the chomps occasionally crossed each other's paths, they didn't fight. Both sides were after different things: one wanted snacks, and one wanted valuables.

But more on, you thought you could see a frenzied toad gnawing on what looked like to be a long rotted goomba corpse.

Understandably, the sight made you uneasy, but much to your gratitude one of the Koopatrols shot the cannibal right in the head using a pistol. The sound of that shot brought you back to reality, seeing that Toad die anchored your mind back from the silent sea of thought.

Just another one for the pile.
Edited by Khan, Apr 1 2014, 04:51 PM.
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Kapp

Location: Blood Knot
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=q7zfrSJUEbY

You held the red Yoshi officer by the throat and looked right into his fearful, but steady eyes. His blue button-up uniform and peaked cap adorned with gold fringe was smattered dark crimson from a combination of wet mud and drying blood. He looked sad, but accepting of his fate with his mouth in a grimace of despair and a pallor turning his skin almost pink in places. You held him up higher , in front of the sun, before reaching for your knife with your other hand. You swiftly cut his throat open and added his blood to the drenched ground, the spray running down your hand and arm, before tossing the corpse to the nearby waiting Mongrel Chomps. They began to rip his twitching corpse apart immediately. You sighed.

Kapp: So much death... But so much more to come.

Your name is Koopis Kapp, and you had just finished slaughtering the last batch of NMR soldiers. Not by yourself of course, as while you are a skilled warrior, you are no Dark Koopatrol. You did know one a long time ago, but you kind of lost track of the guy. It's a shame though, the lad was an amazing, if reckless soldier: he once took down five Deathchomps by himself.

Still, normal Koopatrols weren't slouches themselves. Your soldiers were spread across the Blood Knot battlefield, looting the bodies of the freshly dead. The fallen NMR soldiers they allowed to rot, or be feasted upon by the Mongrel Chomps, but as for the dead Sons... you burned them in a pile after recycling both their armor and their shells to the quartermaster. No point in letting them go to waste.

You yourself were wearing black and red Koopatrol armor with Bowser's silhouette marked on the front; your helmet had two horns jutting from the sides; your boots had sharped blades on the front, and you were equipped with many knives in belts around your chest, a .45 caliber customized pistol on your hip, and an assault rifle on your back. The Sons of Bowser had even trained you in hand-to-hand combat as well. In almost every regard, you were a capable killing machine.

You looked around at the place, the muddy ground turned red from the constant skirmishes. Damaged weapons littered everywhere, both random guns dropped in the heat of battle and melee weapons sticking out of corpses. The sun almost directly crossed over Blood Knot, only missing it by a few miles to the North. Mt. Rugged was on one side to the South, towering high above the battlefield like an indifferent god; only it stood between this road and the hellish Plains beyond it. The battleground was in a fairly-wide canyon featuring a three-way fork in the road: to the East lay the hills and mines of Bowser's territory, to the West lay the outskirts of the Forever Forest, and to the North lay a route towards Rogueport Vegas and many other curiosities. The Knot was the only road between Bowser's territory and the Mushroom Kingdom that bypassed both the Forever Forest and The Shimmering Plains, and thus its strategic importance was paramount. Without the Knot, one would have to go much farther North, into Rogueport's territory to enter the Mushroom Kingdom.

Whoever controlled the Knot, controlled the theater of war should it fully break out.

The wind whistled like a hushed whisper councing off the canyon walls, carrying with it the constant odor of blood and death. How many times have the two sides battled here? How many bodies still littered this bloodied place? Years of on and off battling with the NMR, and the Sons of Bowser were still where they were before. Neither side stayed in control of Blood Knot for long, as reinforcements always came soon to continue the slaughter. The troops sometimes whispered that this fighting was mere entertainment for the undying spirits of the Forest and the Gusty Gulch to the North, the ghosts sat there laughing at the mortals fighting over a few miles of uncontrollable land; no matter who won this day, the spirits won in the end.


Kapp: Superstitious mumblings...

You walked over to the troops setting up tents and emplacements yet again, deep in thought. You are a highly respected general among the Sons of Bowser, but you're not sure you can take much more of this. You're certainly not the oldest person among the wastes, but you've soon better days with your youth long behind you.

You were especially tired of the leaders. They might be even more stupid than Bowser was. Years ago, you thought of them as your heroes, but no longer are you a bloodthirsty Koopatrol surging through the wastes ripping and tearing foes apart left and right in the naivety of youth. Now, you can't help but think about the things they say and claim. The more you think about them, the angrier you become; this whole war would end them all, for pointless vanity. You've even dared to openly question the leaders. The only thing that saved you from their displeasure was your reputation, but in a way, that was a double-edged sword.

While they won't openly execute you in front of your troops, they will take you while you're unaware. Someday. This paranoia of feeling as if they're readying to replace you with another brash, naive son of a bitch has only increased the urge to leave the Sons of Bowser for good and go out into the wastes alone as an unknown wanderer. But you can't just quit and walk away from the Sons, it's never that simple. That would make you a liability. Who knows how many of the faction's secrets you've witnessed or uncovered? You could walk over to the NMR's side and start spilling them. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all.

But you knew yourself that there'd be no advantage in doing that, not for you anyway, considering the NMR wouldn't let you go afterward. Too valuable of a prisoner, they would say.

No, you preferred to be hunted on your own terms, and you damn well weren't going to get cooped up in one of the NMR's terrible prisons like some enraged Clubba POW.

While you are an experienced leader as well as a warrior, you're a rookie wastelander. You were born into the Sons of Bowser and had grown up within the walls of Bowser's Castle itself. But you wanted to make damn sure that you didn't die with the Sons and their pointless militarism. You've battled in nearly every part of the wasteland, including on the Charred Horizon itself a few times against raiders and The Horde. Come nightfall, you would abandon your Koopatrol armor and any other links to the Sons, and then sneak away into the darkness of the wastes. Maybe heading North.

In your deepest and most guarded of hopes, you hoped to find a potentially more peaceful path than the one you were accustomed to; a more peaceful end to the endless fighting of the wastes. But as you looked back at the bloodied battlefield, littered with the bones from many battles past, that possibility of peace seemed exponentially low.
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Shen Ji:

Location: Off-Putting Cave (exterior)
Music: http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=4bv4VNQkMmk

You weren't about to waste any time and let these Toads get an edge. You quickly reached your hand down to your belt and grabbed your shuriken as the cannibals began to walk closer. Aiming at the butcher-knife wielding leader, you threw it right at his eye, causing eye globules to fly all directions along with blood from the punctured cannibal's face spewing out in droplets. Your target went down as more blood from his face stained his ragged clothes and the other four paused a moment in shock to look at him writhe in pain on the ground, they must not have thought anybody would actually put up any real resistance.

You weren't about to waste any time or advantage that was given to you, and you silently dashed across the small distance between you and the cannibals. You then drew your sword horizontally as you leaped behind one of the knife-wielding flesh eaters, severing his head cleanly in one motion. Blood spurt from the neck of your prey like a fountain, staining your jumpsuit and refreshing the desolate wasteland soil slightly. You reached for the head and stored it.

As you turned around, you saw the other cannibals coming right at you in rage, along with the leader shakily getting on his feet. In a straight up fight, you would likely be injured or killed, so you decided to use your biggest asset, your subterfuge, against them. The sun was slowly beginning to descend, suspending the foothills in twilight, including the outcrop you were currently on. Not letting them get the jump on you, you ran up a mountain path and higher into the lofty hills, hoping to lose them and pick them off one by one. The medium-sized mountain peaks in the small range that segregated whatever lay to the East from here observed the struggle apathetically; you felt malice lie beyond them.

The whole area seemed to consist of narrow passages followed occasionally by clearings surrounded by rocks and wall-like plateaus. The place wasn't much of a labyrinth, but you would make do.

You heard footsteps a short distance behind you, but you were sure you were out of their line of sight. Capitalizing on it, you ran forward through one clearing and into the next, stopping in that one to hide behind two rocks facing away from the sun. The ambush was set. A few seconds later you heard three sets of footsteps nearby slowing down to a walk. You weren't sure what was going on, but occasionally you heard a footstep or two and some pebbles being kicked amid the cruel wasteland wind. You were beginning to get unnerved, what were they doing?

A few moments later you saw one of the cannibals walk into your view alone, his Bowie knife at the ready, but he didn't seem to know where you were. They must've split up and began a search without broadcasting their position so easily with noise. The Cannibal kept walking, ignoring the rocks you were behind, and started to head toward the next narrow pass. With his back facing you, you quietly began creeping toward him. He didn't seem to notice a thing, and never turned around once.

You drew your sword, readied for the kill, but were interrupted by a shout behind you.


Cannibal Toad: Look out, Frankie!

"Frankie" flinched and tried to turn around, but only turned halfway to face the end of his life. You quickly decapitated him and stored the head, your blade running crimson along with much of your jumpsuit, and turned behind you, seeing the Cannibal who called out to try and warn his comrade. He was at the edge of the clearing you just came from, about seven or so feet away, and was just standing there with a crazed grin on his face and a blank look in his eye.

Cannibal Toad: Hummheeehaahahaha! You, like killing my friends, do ya? Hahaha! When I dig my teeth into your flesh, we'll see who gets the last hurrah.

The Toad began charging at you wildly, spraying spittle everywhere, but you ran off down the narrow pass and tried to look for an alternate route to lose him. There was only one way to go without spending time to climb up, and that led eastward and even higher up. You were beginning to run out of breath when you reached another plateau that was covered in about thirty or forty large rocks that bsurely would have some sort of place to hide. You quickly ran into the rock collection and pressed your back to one towards the back-left side, hoping to catch your breath. The crazed Cannibal didn't seem to have that problem, and you could hear him running through the assorted plinths and protrusions in a feverish one-man parade. His pants and hysterical laughter made you anxious, but at least you could reasonably tell where he was.

When you heard him charging toward the back, you silently walked around the right side and circumvented the encounter, weaving between two rocks and waiting. The Cannibal showed no sign of relenting, the guy was probably pretty unhinged before seeing his buddy decapitated right in front of him. You heard him coming down from the right side and held your sword at the ready. When he tried to charge past your position, your stuck your sword out at just the right moment: his body kept running for a few meters before collapsing, leaving a trail of blood behind it, but his head fell off and landed only a few feet away. You reached down and picked it up, putting it with the other two. You began walking away from the rocks and back toward where you entered from, seeing only two easily-accessible paths: the one you came from, and one leading up higher. You went up the higher one, and after a small walk, you found yourself on a level above the cave's entrance. And one of the Cannibals from earlier was watching the entrance on your level, not noticing you at all. Easy prey.

You sneaked up behind the fourth Cannibal and cut his head off before he even knew what was going on. This was almost too easy. You pocketed the fourth head and began walking back down the way you came.

But as you reached the plateau with the rocks and walked past one, a roaring Toad jumped out from behind a rock tackled you, cleaving his butcher knife into your shoulder. Your sword escaped your grasp and your blood mixed with that of your victims, and you went into shock as you looked at the Cannibal Toad leader, with your shuriken still sticking out of his eye socket, begin to bite into your raw shoulder wound. Blood ran down his chin and he began to bite again. You struggled against both him and the pain, and managed to punch him in the eye, plunging the shuriken deeper into his skull and right into his brain. He stopped moving immediately and slumped on top of you like a rapist that had a stroke.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W69bRCJdoOo

You were alone again, but now with a fresh shoulder wound and bite marks. You removed the Cannibal's head, along with your shuriken, picked up your sword, and limped over to edge of the plateau looking down at Glitz's End and the other locations surrounding it. You sat down on the ledge, with one arm pressed to your shoulder but feeling a bit stronger for some reason, and thought about what to do next. Should you see what those Cannibals had on them? Should you tend to your wound? Maybe you should enter the cave, now that the occupants were gone, to check for loot even if there might be traps? Or should you just begin walking back, your task completed?

There was still time before night fell. You hoped your family would be proud of you; if only they were alive to see your first triumph in this sad land.

Well, what will you do?


HEALTH CHANGE: -4 HP

KARMA CHANGE: +150 Karma

INVENTORY CHANGE: Shuriken (3 uses left)

GAINED: 4 Cannibal Toad Heads (Quest Item), 1 Cannibal Toad Leader Head (Quest Item).

COMBAT XP GAINED: +6 XP

LEVEL UP: Level 2- Novice Wastelander; pick one available perk and choose to upgrade HP, FP, or BP.

QUEST UPDATED


NUMBER OF MOVES LEFT IN CYCLE: 0
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Seras

Location: Koopolis (exterior)
Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5PvBzDlZGs

Ask for map assistance? Look for work? Do anything useful at all? Why bother? Working was for chumps, not newly freed people who had spent their lives working unto now. You were going to wait for that other Vault Dweller, for the whole rest of the day and probably part of the night.

After just awkwardly standing there silently for a half hour or so, you decided to switch it up a bit by pacing back and forth. But after a few minutes you realized that was too close to work and went over away from the front gate to sit down against the city wall.

The black stone the walls were made of was hot, but not uncomfortably so. You looked up at the sky, the sun not directly on this side anymore, and began to look at clouds. You saw one look like a mushroom, and another looked like an amorphous blob. Bah, they all did.

Getting a bit impatient with waiting, you tried to fall asleep. Stockholm would probably take care if anything dangerous that got close, and it would be a while before that guy got back.

You drifted off into the land of nightmares and dreamscapes, paying no heed or interest to the wide, robust world around you. Soon the sun sat and darkness reigned.


END OF SERAS' DAY ONE
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Jake and Sammy:

Location: Mario's Town
Music: --

Jake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcKIy2nJlRA

That Samurai was sure going to get it now. Who did he think he was messing with? A chump? Somebody who wasn't a dimension-crossing pirate? You sheathed your sword and fluidly drew your trusty hand cannon in less than a second, aiming it right at the Samurai's head.

Jake: It's been fun, mate, but you're finished, savvy?

You tried to activate your Pep-Boy's V.A.T.S. system but it wouldn't let you for some reason. The Samurai just looked at you stoically, jumpsuit covered in blood, hand reaching toward his sword. The sight of his unfeeling mask unnerved you, so you just decided to fire at him anyway. You pulled back your hand cannon's hammer and pulled the trigger enthusiastically with a nervous grin.

Click. Click. Click. Click click click.

Nothing. You just now remembered that you didn't bring any ammo with you through the dimensional portal.

The Samurai mumbled to himself, then drew his squeaky toy sword and called out with a firm voice that seemed to pierce your morale like a spear through a dirty magazine.


Sammy: You lack honor, ruffian! Face the price of your shame as my blade redeems you!

He then came at you with speed you hadn't counted on, despite his injuries. Your shock and his resolve froze you practically in place.


Sammy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-PFmTf00GQ

The Master: Hohoho, the pirate cannot even defeat himself, how could he hope to beat us? Dishonor on his Lil'Oink. Incapacitate him, apprentice. Show him how a real warrior fights.

Sammy: Let's do it, Master.

You drew your mighty blade and pointed it at the pirate, channeling The Master's spirit into a fierce warning.

Sammy: You lack honor, ruffian! Face the price of your shame as my blade redeems you!

The pirate was visibly shaken by The Master's voice speaking through you. He was open. You lunged forward and aimed crippling strikes at his hands and legs, aiming to wound rather than kill, even if he wouldn't have offered you such a luxury. The pirate screamed in pain as your blade hewed him. He tried to crawl away to draw his own, but you sliced up his blade arm and one of his legs in short order due to him still being slightly shaken by the words. The pirate pushed you away and got to his feet, trying to run but falling due to his leg being injured. He drew his sword weakly in his off-hand, crawling backwards onto the statue's plinth and leaving a small trail of blood behind.

You then walked over to him and used your sword to knock his out of his grip, and held your weapon above him as the pirate Toad looked on fearfully.



Jake

http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=1PiWFkiAnPA

Shit, this was it. You came all this way to be killed by some insane Samurai impostor. The guy had come at you with the toy sword managed to cut your flesh by hitting you really hard with it, and then wailing at you with his fists. He was an animal, and for some reason it seemed to hurt much worse than normal, what was wrong with this guy. But wait, he stopped, and was now holding the toy sword to your chest as if to execute you. You could hear him breathing heavily behind his mask in a slightly disturbing fashion, but his hand was steady.

Sammy: Do you agree to a surrender and truce, or shall your games be over?

You weren't quite sure what to say to that, but you couldn't much move since your sword was knocked a few feet away, preventing a good English try of fighting back. You lamented on trying to pick your fights better next time, maybe. You were about to decide on an action when the Samurai said something that honestly scared you.

Sammy: If you do not, then I have no choice but to take your left hand.

This guy wasn't joking around. You had to do something, but maybe fighting wasn't the best option for either of you, especially considering you hadn't found what you came here for yet anyway.


Well, what will they do?


Jake-

HEALTH CHANGE: -5 HP

DROPPED: Cutlass

Sammy-

FP CHANGE: -3 FP

PVP CONFLICT ONGOING
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